Quotes About Passion

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage; Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.

Do not expect me then to answer for A heart so little master of itself. He may, sir, in this frenzied turmoil wed The one he hates and spurn the one he loves.

The flames of Aphrodite maddened me; I loathed myself, and yearned outrageously like a starved wolf to fall upon the sheep.

Mozart nunca escribió para conmover a las masas, sino para tocar el corazón de cada ser humano en su intimidad

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

He whirled round and round in his rapid love; it pricked him on the breastbone like a needle. He wanted to be shut up in a small space to think about it. He wanted to grab it and eat it like an apple so that nobody else could have it.

I fell in love with Caligula and now I'm married to Calvin.

Her Lips Are Copper Wire" whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent

Her own glowing is too rich a thing to let her feel the slimness of his diluted passion.

If you have the spirit in you, then you must go where it takes you

Making love in a mask . . . a real turn-on that would be.

A man can suffer like a pagan, like the damned, or like a saint. If he wishes to suffer with Christ, he must try to suffer like a saint. For then, suffering is of benefit to our own souls, and applies the merits of the Passion to those of others: "I fill up those things that are wanting of the sufferings of Christ, in my flesh, for His Body, which is the Church."10

One should embrace the artist's profession only after recognising in oneself an intense passion for Nature and the disposition to pursue it with a perseverance that nothing can shatter - thirst for neither approval nor financial profit. Do not be discouraged by the censure that might fall upon one's works - one must be armoured with a strong conviction which makes one go straight ahead fearing no obstacle. An unremitting task […] an unassailable conscience. (From a sketchbook of 1847).

A?k kimyasal bir yang?nd?r. ?yi olan her?ey yanar. Geriye sadece en sert, en ac?, yanmayan ?eyler kal?r. Bunlar öfke, ac?, üzüntü ve korku...

Hayat?ma girmi? kad?nlar." Bu m?sralar hep akl?n?n bir kö?esindeydi. Sanki av pe?inde ko?ma nedenini bile özetliyorlard?. Güzel bir çehreyi bir trende, kalabal?kta, bir sokakta gizlice izlemeye dayanan özel ve ebedi bir dramd?, ama ayn? zamanda da kad?nlar? ona do?ru çeken dayan?lmaz bir co?kuydu. Bu ilk kar??la?madaki hayranl?kt?. Ve gerçek bir k?v?lc?m. Sayfa:138

Je la sentais entre mes mains, ivre, décoiffée, volontaire, et je devinais une sorte d'effort de son visage pour ne pas disparaître, ne pas s'effacer dans la nuit.

Avec un naturel éprouvé, elle passa en quelques instants de l'émotion à la reconnaissance, de la reconnaissance à la tendresse, de la tendresse au désir.

Her fingers were burning hot. I felt as if she was branding me. For life.

I need to feel strongly, to love and to admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. A letter from a friend, a Balthus painting on a postcard, a page of Saint-Simon, give meaning to the passing hours. But to keep my mind sharp, to avoid descending into resigned indifference, I maintain a level of resentment and anger, neither too much nor to little, just a s a pressure cooker has a a safety valve to keep it from exploding.

I need to feel strongly, to love and to admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. A letter from a friend, a Balthus painting on a postcard, a page of Saint-Simon, give meaning to the passing hours.

My lips and eyes and heart were stinging when you kissed me in the dark. — Jack Garton to Jennifer Hammer, 2008 (age 24)

While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say 'Will you…' my answer is 'Yes', before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.